 | Eliphalet L. Rice - 1846 - 432 pages
...your lolly ; There's naught in this life sweet, Were men but wise to see 't, But only Melancholy; O sweetest Melancholy ! Welcome, folded arms and fixed...; A sigh, that piercing, mortifies ; A look that's fasten'd to the ground ; A tongue chain'd up without a sound. Fountain heads and pathless groves, Places... | |
 | William Chambers, Robert Chambers - 1847 - 850 pages
...Wherein you spend your folly ! There's nought in this life sweet, If man were wise to see't, But only melancholy ! Welcome folded arms, and fixed eyes,...look that's fastened to the ground, A tongue chained up, without a sound ! Fountain heads, and pathless groves, Places which pale passion loves ! Moonlight... | |
 | William Alfred Jones - 1849 - 256 pages
...delights, As short as are the nights Wherein you spend your folly ! There's nought in this life sweete, If man were wise to see't But only melancholy ; Oh,...look that's fastened to the ground, A tongue chained up, without a sound ! Fountain heads and pathless groves, Places which pale passion loves I Moonlight... | |
 | William Gardiner - 1849 - 546 pages
...nights Wherein you spend your folly; There's nought in this life sweet, If man were wise to see 't, But only melancholy. Oh ! sweetest Melancholy. Welcome...eyes, A sigh that piercing mortifies; A look that's fasten'd to the ground, A tongue chain'd up without a sound, Fountain heads and pathless groves, Places... | |
 | Joseph Guy - 1849 - 118 pages
...your follv: There's nought in this life sweet, Were raeii but wise to see't, But only melancholy ! 0, sweetest melancholy ! Welcome, folded arms and fixed...eyes; A sigh, that piercing, mortifies; A look that's fasten'd to the ground ; A tongue chain'd up without a sound. Fountain-heads and pathless groves ;... | |
 | William Alfred Jones - 1849 - 342 pages
...delights, As short as are the nights Wherein you spend your folly l There's nought in this life sweete, If man were wise to see't • ' But only melancholy ; Oh, sweetest melancholy 1 Welcome folded arms, and fixed eyesj A sigh that piercing mortifies, A look that's fastened to the... | |
 | Mary Russell Mitford - 1852 - 592 pages
...nights, Wherein you speed your folly! There's naught in this life sweet, If man were wise to see 't, But only melancholy. Oh sweetest melancholy! Welcome,...look that's fastened to the ground, A tongue chained up without a sound! Fountain-heads and pathless groves, Places which pale passion loves ! Moonlight... | |
 | Charles Mackay - 1851 - 332 pages
...nights Wherein you spend your folly ! There's nought in this life sweet, If man were wise to see 't, But only melancholy ; Oh, sweetest melancholy ! Welcome,...eyes, A sigh that, piercing, mortifies, A look that's fasten'd to the ground, A tongue chain'd up without a sound ! Fountain-heads, and pathless groves,... | |
 | Leigh Hunt - 1851 - 282 pages
...your folly ; There's naught in this life sweet, Were men but wise to see *t, But only Melancholy ; O sweetest Melancholy ! Welcome, folded arms and fixed eyes; A sigh, that piercing, mortifies ; A look thaft fasten' d to the ground ; A tongue chain' d up without a sound. Fountain heads and pathless groves,... | |
 | Abraham Mills - 1851 - 594 pages
...Wherein you spend your folly! There's nought in this life sweet, If man were wise to see't But only melancholy ! Welcome folded arms, and fixed eyes, A sigh that piercing mortifies, A look that's fasten'd to the ground, A tongue chain'd up without a sound ! Fountain heads, and pathless groves,... | |
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Welcome, folded arms, and fixed eyes, A sigh that piercing mortifies, A look that's fastened to the ground, A tongue chained up, without a sound ! Fountain heads, and pathless groves, Places which pale passion loves ! Moonlight walks, when all the fowls... 
